Cries of the Oppressed

There are no words to describe it.

I just know there’s no way to undo it.

I give my all to you, Jesus.


I know you’ve done it 2000 years ago.

Your cross remained alive as it is in my heart.

But for now, my thoughts are filled with anxiety and confusion.


Please reverse the curse for me.

I believe there’s a brighter side to this.

I can’t, but You can.


Don’t give up on me.

This is harder than I thought it would be.

I went to your cross again.


Renew my heart and my mind.

I want to be filled with your love.

That it will never be preoccupied by hurt.

Even before I was born, you have your eyes upon me.

For sure, up to now, they are still on me.

You’re working on it, it has been finished already.


Please God, embrace me and keep me.

Be still in my heart, and be my Comforter.

I need you now.



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